from the sonar to the water break it went according to plan/then 2 buckets of blood passed thru the doctors hands/he pulled the baby out she reached for her son/his first breath was spit blood being patted from his lungs/they tried to clean him up but no amount of sponges/could stop it or the weeks they would observe untill the month ends/she had to leave him there once he started breathin air/he could leave she didnt need to be told his disease was rare/she wrapped him up warm signed some forms and left/by the time the elevator door would open he'd was wet/lobby to the street thensky was black no stars and n3 blankets were soaked up by the time they got to the CARnnBLOOD THE RED FLOODS HOPELESSLY IN RUGS/SEARCHIN TO BE HELD BUT NOBODY WANTS TO HUG/DRUGGED THE PLOTS DUG I'M ONLY HERE FOR LOVE/SO WHEN IM SNUFFED YOU CAN ALL PRETEND YOU GAVE A FUCKnnAND YOU CAN ALL PRETEND YOU NEVER GAVE UPnAND YOU CAN ALL PRETEND YOU NEVER GAVE UPnAND YOU CAN ALL PRETEND YOU NEVER GAVE UPnTHEN YOU CAN ALL PRETEND YOU GAVE A FUCKnnchristmas time wrapped up in gause camouflaged /sittin on santa's lap to applausenand cause mall doors to exit the screams exiting jaws/when his pores pour out it shellacks the floorsnunless you were massively hemorrhaging to death in a bathnwould you ask to be sat next to blood boy in your classnin a pool of cranberry dirt and squandered skeletons nthe worms are technicians when your relieved of modern medicinenmore hemorrhaging high school first relationship deaths a friendnthe color red leaking from fang holes in his neck againnsome long to be near it sing songs and swear at nthe crowds that flock up like sheep to stare at thennBLOOD THE RED FLOODS HOPELESSLY IN RUGS/SEARCHIN TO BE HELD BUT NOBODY WANTS TO HUG/DRUGGED THE PLOTS DUG I'M ONLY HERE FOR LOVE/SO WHEN IM SNUFFED YOU CAN ALL PRETEND YOU GAVE A FUCKnnand you can all pretend you laid in bloodnclothes ripped up the line across your stomach re-opened upnbefore sewn shut start to drift up then thrown back in the cutnafter a flat line that could be enoughntransfusions to plug god savesnlive out the hell in healthnbut upon death came back to life as something elsenand though it seems dead dreams of teens are left with themnwhere people worship gods that don't come from bethlehem nthey know his name now his brains outnjust wanted to find a way to turn the pain downnyouth feed from his veins nownslowing the latency a hole becomes a vacancy nof patiently awaiting people that pay him to make em seennBLOOD THE RED FLOODS HOPELESSLY IN RUGS/SEARCHIN TO BE HELD BUT NOBODY WANTS TO HUG/DRUGGED THE PLOTS DUG I'M ONLY HERE FOR LOVE/SO WHEN IM SNUFFED YOU CAN ALL PRETEND YOU GAVE A FUCK